I just spent the day with one of my most treasured friends, and these extraordinary women:
It was one of those events that fills you with energy, and at the same time it moves you to tears and breaks you open with pretty much every word that is shared. My notebook is full and I am mapping out a post in my head that will hopefully do justice to the experience.
The event was organised by Wake Up Project, if you don’t already have these people in your life you are missing out on being a part of this kind centred community! The best place to start is right here.
So they gifted us a couple of lovely things on arrival at the event including a copy of Womankind magazine, which may now be my new favourite! I opened it to the back page and the divinely timed (as always) universe delivered this poem:
The Guest House by Rumi
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
WOW .. I had heard a few snippets of this poem in the past, it is speaking to me loud and clear now though!